Foxily hiding beneath prose, slyly encouraging thought
to extract itself from images of memories and being
brought out for solutions of puzzling visions.
Describing particles and combining them into pleasant
poems of integrity.
Auras filling my mind with rainbows of words, taking on
new meanings and running with them into future labyrinths
of literature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem